The switch has come.  We lost a precious weekend hour (so not cool).  It takes at least a good solid week to adapt to the time change.  And to quit responding, “…but it’s really [insert a time one hour earlier than the clock time]” when asked the time.

Here are some things I am blaming on the spring forward:

I was late – er to work on Monday.  I mean I entered that zone when phone calls were about to be made to see if I was dead.  Not dead yet.  Just running really, really behind.

My computer refused my Jedi-mind tricks.  I couldn’t just stare at the screen but actually had to type things in the keyboard and click the mouse to get anything done.  The tortoise would have beat me.

I have a headache.

My Mac and Cheese lunch exploded in the microwave at work and made a big mess.  Technically, not really the time change’s fault but my ability to cope was affected.  I’m not gonna lie, I stared at the mess for a second and considered options (as if there was another option to cleaning up the mess?)

While at the gas station, I pulled out my employee badge instead of my credit card.  Yeah, let’s see how far that gets me.

My co-worker told me I was “feisty.”  She also said, “Yeah, this time change messed me up. I was late to everything yesterday.” Yesterday?  I am going to be running late for at least a week.  Booyah to you for being able to contain it within day 1.  That response might be why she called me feisty.

I am cranky-ier than normal.  See above.

Now for the plus side.

It didn’t look like midnight when I went to my meetings in the evening.

I’ll say it again and not for the last time, the day after the useless, pointless, ridiculous, nobody-knows-why-we-still-do-it, I-think-the-government-just-likes-to-mess-with-us spring forward time change should be a holiday.  Give us one day to adjust please.

Or deal with Ms. Cranky Pants.

Trust me on this, the better option is to make the silly time change go away.